...And as he sits and spends his life
And as he smiles for his every strife
A gulp in his throat every now and then
A genuine one not that often.
As he hides and deceives and ponders
His spirit so true he constantly wonders
What his life is, is so difficult
A glint of glory and the rest tumult.
All silence follows in those deathly hallows
A flury and flutter is all that follows
A roar of his thoughts and a repertoire of emotions
He remains shaken by his every motion.
As he thinks,he thinks to sway away
Life is so cruel,why not give it away
With nothing to cling and no ground to stand
Why to waste this piece of land!!
All set to go, all motions kidnapped
A hapless fury, the soul almost swapped
He wonders again and drives insane
All shadows and stories but seem in vain.
A stand he takes, or does he take
That decision at which he goes on stake
That sun that shines as he takes the edge
But down below, the world's not a stage.
That Sun that shines and creates glory
Also lives up to it's own story
It rises in glory but eventually also falls
Even he cannot conquer all!!
The truth as it showed all in his eyes
It was his mind who made him think twice
Life is not only about the worst my friend
Till it shows it's best,it shall never end.
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